"The remains of the wood he had carried had turned to ironwood, and the man in black was a laughing skeleton in a rotting black robe, more bones in this place of bones, one more skull in Golgotha.
The gunslinger stood up and looked around. He looked at the light and saw that the light was good. With a sudden quick gesture he reached toward the remains of his companion of the night before.., a night that had somehow lasted ten years. He broke off Walter’s jawbone and jammed it carelessly into the left hip pocket of his jeans — a fitting enough replacement for the one lost under the mountains.
The Tower. Somewhere ahead, it waited for him — the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size. He began west again, his back set against the sunrise, heading toward the ocean, realizing thata great passage of his life had come and gone. “I loved you, Jake,” he said aloud.”
The Dark Tower (The Gunslinger) | Stephen King